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it was to come into Dorothea’s house; to touch and to take care
of her things and to be there when the daughters came—to
serve them. She found that they had taken Dorothea’s clothes
and the silver scentbottle away with them...and when their
father had married her they had hated him for taking anyone
in their mother’s place and had never come again.
Karen had lived here with Andreas between silences and
rages; doing all the work on the farm; keeping house for
Andreas. She could not understand why everyone hated her
for marrying him—as the years passed people shunned her
even more. She saw no one, she was terribly alone.
They came. The younger came first, a widow furled in rich
black silk: pale and arrogant and full of hate. She went
through her father’s papers, took what she wanted and waited.
The other one came from a long distance, she brought two
children with her. They stayed three days, they did not speak
to Karen, they talked of their own lives.. .when they were not
talking but sitting silent feeling the years of separation between
them, the older one often let the tears run down her strong face,
saying aloud as if to some sick memory “poor poor dear
mother.” They never spoke of their father.
Karen came and went getting the meals, making the beds
and the fires. She wanted to speak, to tell them something, she
wanted to take the children in her arms. These heartless
women, she would appease them for all the years of hate. She
came into the room and stopped, they looked at her and pale
spots came at either side of their nostrils. She must speak
quickly or she could never try again. She said in a low voice
“I was never wife to your father.” They sat like granite...
finally the older one tapped with her foot on floor and said—
“So? I have heard.”
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One winter Karen was dragged by a cow. No one passed
the farm for two days, there was no way to call a doctor, she
suffered, when a man hauling wood came along she was able
to call out to him. The doctor examined her—he told her she
would be helpless all the rest of her life. A niece, a woman
of fifty whose life had been much better than her own, came
to take care of her.